Check out that cover!!! We’re already getting one release from Rachel Van Dyken this month (Ruthless Princess), and now there’s another one coming your way on June 23rd! Surrender is a forbidden romance set in the Seaside Pictures world, and it sounds like it’s going to be one complicated love story. Though I’ve read (and loved) many of Van Dyken’s books, this is one series I haven’t started yet. And though Surrender will read as a standalone, there’s good news – the first book in her Seaside Pictures series is on sale for just 99 cents right now if you want to get caught up! I’ve got the blurb and details on the other books in the series below.

BLURB:

From #1 New York Times bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes the next standalone rockstar romance in her Seaside Pictures series…

I’ve always been pretty bad about following the rules.And my protégé only gave me one.Stop hitting on his mom.But I can’t stop thinking about her, and as a famous rockstar, I’ve always gotten what I wanted.One week. I asked for one week of her time, where I would help Bronte get her groove back.And then I’d walk out of her life the way I came storming in—through her front door.The only problem is, now that I’ve had a taste, I’ve developed another addiction—her.It doesn’t help that all of my bandmates are finally settling down and getting married, but I’ve always sworn never to surrender.Until her.

The Seaside Pictures Series

For the last year I’ve lived my life via text.

It’s not because I don’t want to talk, it’s because trauma prevents me from getting any words out. We all have our things don’t we?

It worked for me.

Until my Hollywood friends decide that I need a little bit of adventure by way of forcing me to become Lincoln Greene’s new assistant. They’re filming in my hometown. Waiting on him hand and foot is suddenly the least of my worries.

Because Lincoln? He’s not a texter.

He’s a talker.

And he may just talk his way right into my heart before I have time to put up any sort of boundaries.

He’s my enemy.

And then he’s my best friend.

And now I want to talk more than ever, say the words that don’t mean as much when you type them out on your phone.

But I’m broken.

And even Hollywood’s newest heartthrob can’t fix me, no matter how hard he believes he can.

It’s written on bras, on the inside of bathroom stalls, hell my name is everywhere.

To say my name is to experience an orgasm without ever leaving your damn house.

My name is Zane “Saint” Andrews.

I’m sex.

I’m a rock god.

I’m also…a virgin.

What they don’t know won’t kill them right? Give the people what they want. And what they want is the idea of me; the pleasure they gain at listening to my song and knowing without a doubt I’m talking about them and only them.

It worked for a while.

Until a nerdy girl with glasses falls at my feet, literally, and suddenly I don’t want to be Saint anymore, what I want? What I really need?

Is to be kept.

By her.

This is a rockstar romance with lots of kissing, sex, funny one liners, and life from a different angle. I hope you guys enjoy, and remember, it’s all about the mallow.

Steal, the follow-up standalone rockstar romance to the #1NYT Bestseller Keep…It’s easy to lose yourself in someone you love. Easier to lose yourself in someone you hate…I didn’t think it could get any worse than having to babysit a bunch of spoiled musicians on set — keeping them out of trouble is a cakewalk compared to seeing my ex every day. Seaside, Oregon isn’t big enough for the both of us. She hates me.I loathe her.The plan was simple — stay the hell away and make sure she gets to set on time.What I didn’t expect was to be faced with our past in front of an audience — and be forced to face it again.It’s torture.The way she looks at me.The way I try to look through her.Words left unsaid.The lingering aftermath still as powerful as ever. I feed the chasm between us, for fear that she’ll make me feel again — and steal the last shred of heart I have left.We have everything but each other.It’s not enough.Not when you’ve lost love.And replaced it with the only thing left — hate.